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The funny part is that, outside of witches who are openly practicing on social media, they think we’re just fictional characters. I saw an opportunity a few years ago, when I stepped inside a human bookstore, Dad told me to run with it, so I did. Our biggest seller was a T-shirt with a wolf’s face and golden eyes and the slogan “I Don’t Chase. I Track.” For men. That one shocked me. Women bought tank tops with the slogan “Prey is a Point of View.” The entire line was a huge success. Right before everything turned to shit, I was going to introduce motorcycle gear. The wolves running that operation were some of the most clever creatives I’d come across.

Towards the back, I found more crystals and among them was the high-rank mana accumulator I was looking for. On my way to buy it, I noticed they had a small section of different books for sale. As I looked at what was for sale, I saw they were all to do with magic. Apart from one of them, one was a book on parenting, 'Babies first fire, a new parents guide for newborns. Is this a magic shop or a baby store? I'm glad Larry can't see what book I'm looking at; I just know he would tease me again if he knew...'

It was this stupid thread in my chest that tied me not only to my love but to other people who I don’t even freaking know, let alone should care about at all. I felt fucking stupid. I shoulder open the metal door to the bookstore which was located in the same building as the dining hall. The bookstore consisted of everything we’d need for a successful school year. Which included the backpack Xaden had gotten for me. There were also journals, notebooks, pencils, erasers, and oddly enough, art supplies. I didn’t even know art was a class that could be taken here. There were also small ‘emergency wands’, first aid kits, fur coat shine, claw buffers, crystal balls, and tons of different charms,

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He never saw the boxes and boxes of books and merchandise. The bookmarks, stickers, postcards, and the boxes of books for her book signing needed her signature. Then there were the giveaway packages Beckett and Julie packed with the help this time of Ms. Higgins. These went out to almost fifty readers and Julie didn’t want anyone thinking they’d received a raw deal, so she researched packaging and ways to pack the boxes decoratively to survive the mail system, look good and impress her readers without being overly bulky. By the end of the day, her office looked like it had exploded.

I look up at him, and for the first time since I have come here, I burst into laughter, surprising the Dragon King himself. For those who read The Rossi Legacies and like print books, I wanted to let everyone know I have a Kickstarter going for the first 2 books to be printed into physical hardbacks with spray edges and artwork endpapers. If you are interested check out my I*, author.muse or F B author muse for more information on making a pledge and having our goal met!

I placed my books back, hoping I could put a smile to whomever buy them. I knew the craze over Midnight. I’d seen it beforehand on the internet. But it didn’t occur to me how fascinated a woman like Emma and her niece were with the book, and how it boosted the sales. I grabbed two more books. I’d rather buy books from small businesses as she had. When I got back to the counter, Mad was still chatting with Emma, but had two leather bracelets with silver and golden locks. “Here.” Mad put the bangle with a golden lock around my wrist.

“The problem is everything seems to remind you of me. Even that hideous, wall-sized stuffed animal you brought home last week.” “You made me return that,” he reminds me smoothly, and before I can pull my hand back, he catches it and presses a warm kiss to my knuckles. Like I didn’t already lose this argument three minutes ago. “And you were so excited when you saw it, until you googled the price.” Okay, fine. He got me there. I was excited. It was limited edition merch from one of my favorite romance novels, which basically means it came with a caution label: “Warning, financially devastating. Do not look directly at checkout total.”

I ask and Everett shrugs. "Fuck if I know." He says, grabbing something else from his bag. "Can you believe these bookmarks they gave us?" He asks, showing me the pink tasseled piece of cardboard with the words 'Smut Slut' written in gold leafing displayed proudly on both sides. "If we're gonna do it, we might as well go all in." I say, looking at my own bookmark that says 'Emotionally attached to a morally grey character' in loopy font. At least mine's black.

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